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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.