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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.