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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.