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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.