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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.