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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.