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 Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.