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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
DNA,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.