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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.