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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.