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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.