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 Andorra and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.