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 Japan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.