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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.