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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.