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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.