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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Index,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.