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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.