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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.