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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.