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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.