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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.