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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.