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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.