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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 sitar 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.