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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.