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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.