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 Antigua and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.