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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.