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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.