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 Malawi and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.