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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.