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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.