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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
June Days,
Q65,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.