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 Chad and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.