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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.