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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.