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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.