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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.