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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.