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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.