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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.