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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.