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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.