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 Mali and from New York.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.