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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.