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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.