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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.