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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.