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 Honduras and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.