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 Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.