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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.