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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Brick,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.