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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.