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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.