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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.