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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.