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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Smog to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Wings,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.