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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.