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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.