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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gories to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.