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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
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.