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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.