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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Organ,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.