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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Faust,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.