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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.