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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.