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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.