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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.