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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.