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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can 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?
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.