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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.