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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.