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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.