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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.