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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.