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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.