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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.