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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.