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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.