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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.