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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.