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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.