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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.