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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.