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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.