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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.