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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
MC5,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.