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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.