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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.