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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.