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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.