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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Blancmange,
MDC,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.