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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.