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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.