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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.