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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.