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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.