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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.