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 India and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.