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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.