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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Index,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.