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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.