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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.