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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.