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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.