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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.