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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.