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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.