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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.