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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.