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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.