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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.