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 Gabon 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.