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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.