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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.