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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.