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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Television,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.