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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.