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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.