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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Monolake,
AZ,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.