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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Techniques to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.