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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.