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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
DNA,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.