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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Popol Vuh 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.