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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.