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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.