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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
UT,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.