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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.