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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.