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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.