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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.