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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.