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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.