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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.