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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.