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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.