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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.