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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.