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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.