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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
The Standells,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.