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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.