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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.