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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.