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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.