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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.