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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.