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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.