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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.