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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Cymande,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.