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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Shoche,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.