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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.