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 Chile 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.