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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.