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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.