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 Serbia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.