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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.