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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.