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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.