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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.