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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Monks 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.