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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Symarip,
Nico,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
June Days,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.