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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.