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 Greece 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.