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 India and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.