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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.