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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.