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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
cv313,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.