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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.