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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.