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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.