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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.