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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Slits,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.