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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Index,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.