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 Belize and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.