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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.