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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.