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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Move to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.