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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.