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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.