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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.