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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.