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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
New Order,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.