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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.