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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.