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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.