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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.