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 Austria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.