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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Gong,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.