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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
X-102,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.