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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.