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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Mars,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.