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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.