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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.