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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.