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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.