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 Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.