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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.