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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.