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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Fear,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.