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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.