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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.