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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.