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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.