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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Index,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.