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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
The Move,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.