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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Index,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Brick,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.