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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Wire 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.