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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.