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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
CMW,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.