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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.