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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.