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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Television,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.