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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.