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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 X-102 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Index,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.