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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.