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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.