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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.