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 and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.