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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.