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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.