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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.