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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.