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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.