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 Germany and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
MC5,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.