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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.