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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.