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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.