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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.