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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Japan,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.