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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.