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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.