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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.