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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.