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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Crime,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.