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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.