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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.