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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.