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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.