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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Trojans to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.