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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
cv313,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.