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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.