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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.