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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.