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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.