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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.