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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.