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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.