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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Television,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.