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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.