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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.