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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.