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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.