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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Hashim,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.