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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.