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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.