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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.