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 Switzerland 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.