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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Faust,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.