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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
UT,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.