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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.