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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.