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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Jandek,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.