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 India and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.