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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.