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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.