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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.