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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.