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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.