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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
UT,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.