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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.