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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.