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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.