Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.