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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Index,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.