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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.