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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 DNA to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.