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 Slovakia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.