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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.