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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.