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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Visage,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.