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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.