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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.