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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.