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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.