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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.