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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.