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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.