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 France 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.