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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Cymande 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.