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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson 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 crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.