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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.