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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.