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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.