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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.