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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.