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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.