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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.