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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
the Slits,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.