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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.