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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.