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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
the Association,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.