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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.