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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.