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 Colombia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
UT,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.