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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.