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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.