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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.