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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.