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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.