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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.