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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.