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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.