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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.