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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Monolake,
MC5,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.