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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Japan,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.