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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.