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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Index,
Monks,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.