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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.