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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.