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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
UT,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.