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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Can,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.