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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.