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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.