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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Crime,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.