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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.