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 Kosovo 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.