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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
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.