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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Swans,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.