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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
X-101,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.