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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.