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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.