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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.