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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.