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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.