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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.