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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.