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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.