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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.