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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.