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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.