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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.