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 France and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
X-101,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.