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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.