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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.