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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.