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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.