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 Finland 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Pole to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.