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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.