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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Pole,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.