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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.