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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.