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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.