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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.