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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.