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 Greece 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.