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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.