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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Ludus,
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.