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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.