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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.