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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.