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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.