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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.