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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.