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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.