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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.