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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Names,
cv313,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.