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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.