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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.