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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Nas,
Smog,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.