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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.