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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.