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 India and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Scion,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.