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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.