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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.