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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.