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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toni Rubio 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.