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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.