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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.