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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.