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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.