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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.