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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.