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 Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.