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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Suicide,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.