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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.