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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.