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 Albania 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.