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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.