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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.