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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.