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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.