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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.