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 Angola 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.