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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.