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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.