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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.