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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.