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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.