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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.