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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Mars,
The Remains,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.