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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.