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 France and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.