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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.