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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.