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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.