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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.