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 Monaco and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.