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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.