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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Can,
cv313,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.