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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Smog,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.