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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.