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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.