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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.