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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Brick,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.