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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.