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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Can,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.