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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.