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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
DNA,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.