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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
The Move,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.