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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.