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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.