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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.