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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Organ,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.