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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.