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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.