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 and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.