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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.