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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.