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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.