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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.