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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.