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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.