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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.