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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.