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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.