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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Nas,
Pole,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.