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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.