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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Quantec,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.