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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
CMW,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.