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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.