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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.