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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.