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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.