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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.