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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.