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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.