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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Can,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.