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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.