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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
AZ,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.