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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.