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 Grenada and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Index,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.