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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.