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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.