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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.