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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.