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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.