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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
New Order,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.