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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.