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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.