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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
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.