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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.