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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.