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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.