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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.