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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.