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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.