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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.