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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Swans,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.