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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.