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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.