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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.