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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.