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 France and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Saccharine Trust 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.