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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.