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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.