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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.