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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.