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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.