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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Index,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.