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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.