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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.