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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Slave,
ABC,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.