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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.