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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.