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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.