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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.