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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
cv313,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.