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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.