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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
MC5,
The Martian,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.