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 France and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.