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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.