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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.