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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.