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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.