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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.