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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.