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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
UT,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.