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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.