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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.