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 Syria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.