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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.