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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Skatalites 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.