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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.