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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.