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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.