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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.