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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.