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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.