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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Yellowson to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.