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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.