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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.